The comfy bed must have been kind to me during the night as I found it easy to sleep in an extra hour or so later than when I usually get up. I made some coffee and had some bread and butter before hitting the library one-mo-gain to try to post my trip photos. I spent a couple hours trying to get as much done as I could and then prepared to head to the post office to mail off some stuff. I ran into Terry, who I'd met in Dawson and hung out with a bit during the weekend. She told me about some others who might be going out tonight so I gave her the number at Cory's to get in touch. I had a quick lunch at the house and listened to some Guy Davis blues then I prepared to send off a package to home (mostly journal writings and road info pamphlets) and a bent skewer to B.O.B. Trailers. I went to the post office to send them off then returned to the library to complete my photo entries.I ran into Thomas again and he looked excited for his trail marathon tomorrow. I felt kind of bad because I thought he deserved as good of accommodations as I was getting but I have nothing of my own to offer. I thought about asking Cory if he minding if Thomas camped out in the yard Sunday night. Thomas told me he's staying at a hostel tomorrow. So I left the library and went to John's to listen to the live webcast of a Grateful Dead reunion concert. Things turned out to be fine with his CD burner and we smoked lots of pot and listened to the music. We talked a little history too, concerning First Nation awareness and the history of Native peoples in the Americas. Cory returned from the wedding and hung out for a while, drank some beers and listened to the tunes before heading off to the reception. I went shopping for food and got some chicken to cook and some trail mix to snack on since my last bag was devoured at Long Lake. I cooked up a stir fry and got full. I got a call from Terry who told me what time to meet her and Laurie at the Backwater. I ate some ice cream and had some coffee and listened to music. Throughout dinner I was listening to this tripped out story performed by Phish called The Man who stepped into Yesterday. I had quite enough of that trip and put in some Rusted Root and showered up. Soon I'll be without nice things like hot running water. Better enjoy.
I hung out at the Backwater for a while. There was good conversation and good music going on. A band was playing some bluegrass and blues tunes. Terry and Laurie told me there was a walk around Rotary Peace Park tomorrow morning for the Caribou Commons. I told them I'd see them there. Around midnight the girls and their friends went home and I walked over to the Capital bar to se if anyone was still around. The Capital had a very different scene. Techno music was playing on the turn tables, and throughout the rest of the night, funk, disco, and dub reggae were also mixed in. I recognized John (another John) on the turntables and said hi. Allison and her visiting sisters were out as well as John and Alex. I had a beer, played a bad game of pool and then spent the rest of the night on the dance floor. We closed down the bar and headed back. I was happy to see that Cory and Chantel had left me the bed again so I lied down for a good night sleep.